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Why?
Contributed by
darkscorpio
on
Sunday, 26th January 2003 @ 04:45:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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If there was a way, to turn back time
I'd go back to the beginning, find out the crime
That created the world of visions of pain
That have lasted till now, cause the memories remain
Bits and pieces of a childhood, flow through an unlocked door
An unfinished picture, makes me want answers more
Just go back once, to the moment in my life
When my innocence was torn apart, by the ever present knife
That has been the subject, of many different shades
Of my life's colors, which have been blackened and grey
If I only knew why, the child in me was forced to hide
In walls of steel so I could save my pride
And why my heart, embraced the cold
While my body was young, my mind grew old
Repressed my feelings, so they couldn't find
My bleeding heart, that yearned for someone kind
Now too old, to hide behind walls
Tired of the rises and the falls
That have occurred, in the many lonely years
Since I vowed I wouldn't cry those blood filled tears
The words are old, but the aims are new
I want to try to see this through
Copyright ©
darkscorpio
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2003-01-26 04:45:15] (Date/Time posted on
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